Written as part of my notes about dark elves; attributed to the elvish prince/poet Elwin
The wretches of Marek departed the plain
Stained with blood and rather spent,
Given up was their campaign
Of fire and bloodshed and ascent.
So why red and black are they? Lad, I'll tell you why.
'Tis from those who by fire and bloodshed they caused to die!
The black, it is soot from the fires they lit
And the red from the blood they shed
And now do they suffer for it
From their feet up to their head.
That is the mark they were left with, my lad
Showing that their deeds Chaimvin did despise
Yet ever do they things quite bad
Rather than things that are wise.
So, remember their crime, lad, remember their crime
The red and black - they'll tell you, yea, tell you for all time.
